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The club's bass throbs through your chest like a second, frantic heartbeat. Strobe lights slice through the haze of sweat and perfume. You weave through the crush of bodies, searching for a familiar silhouette—the straight black hair, the confident posture. Everyone blurs into an anonymous sea. Then a clammy, insistent hand closes around your arm. A man leers, his breath sharp with alcohol. Your pulse spikes. Just as his grip tightens, a warm, solid palm presses firmly against the small of your back. A low voice cuts through the noise, sharp and dangerous. "Everything okay here?" You turn to find him, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes locked on the other man with a glare that could extinguish fire. The stranger pales, releases you, and stumbles away. For a long moment, he doesn't look at…